How many times have you felt the silence inject you with awe? It bristles while enabling greedily my urge to devour this absenteeism. So give me whatever you can feed me with, I'll be glad to swallow all of our chances to be united. It is frail like the years before your libation, but I'll be careful not to mess with the permutations.

And you know how your mind can't cycle through the same scenario endlessly, but you're still trying to open the loop of certainty. It is not what we had foreseen for you or your children, so make a choice. Your lexicon needs to be heard before it is too late.